The perfect woman indulges in literature just as she indulges in a small sin: as an experiment, in passing, looking around to see if anybody notices it and to make sure that somebody does. What? You chose virtue and took pride in your virtue, and yet you leer enviously at the advantages of those without scruples? But virtue involves renouncing "advantages." (Inscription for an anti-Semite's door.)
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Whoever does not know how to lay his will into things, at least lays some meaning into them: that means, he has the faith that they already obey a will. That is the kind of artist I love, modest in his needs: he really wants only two things, his bread and his art panem et Circen. More precisely: we are never understood hence our authority.Īmong women: "Truth? Oh, you don't know truth! Is it not an attempt to kill our modesty?" Posthumous men I, for example are understood worse than timely ones, but heard better. What? You search? You would multiply yourself by ten, by a hundred? You seek followers? Seek zeros! Man has created woman out of what? Out of a rib of his god of his "ideal." Man does not strive for pleasure only the Englishman does. If we have our own why in life, we shall get along with almost any how. Not to perpetrate cowardice against one's own acts! Not to leave them in the lurch afterward! The bite of conscience is indecent.Ĭan an ass be tragic? To perish under a burden one can neither bear nor throw off? The case of the philosopher. Help yourself, then everyone will help you. Out of life's school of war: What does not destroy me, makes me stronger. What? Is man merely a mistake of God's? Or God merely a mistake of man's? In our own wild nature we find the best recreation from our un-nature, from our spirituality. Wisdom requires moderation in knowledge as in other things. I want, once and for all, not to know many things. "All truth is simple." Is that not a double lie? Leaving out the third case: one must be both a philosopher. To live alone one must be a beast or a god, says Aristotle.
What? Is psychology a vice?Įven the most courageous among us only rarely has the courage to face what he already knows. Idleness is the beginning of all psychology. Turin, September 30, 1888, on the day when the first book of the Revaluation of All Values was completed. That does not prevent them from being those in which people have the most faith nor does one ever say "idol," especially not in the most distinguished instance. Perhaps a new war, too? And are new idols sounded out? This little essay is a great declaration of war and regarding the sounding out of idols, this time they are not just idols of the age, but eternal idols, which are here touched with a hammer as with a tuning fork: there are no idols that are older, more assured, more puffed-up and none more hollow. This essay the title betrays it is above all a recreation, a spot of sunshine, a leap sideways into the idleness of a psychologist. There are more idols than realities in the world: that is my "evil eye" upon this world that is also my "evil ear." Finally to pose questions with a hammer, and sometimes to hear as a reply that famous hollow sound that can only come from bloated entrails what a delight for one who has ears even behind his ears, for me, an old psychologist and pied piper before whom just that which would remain silent must finally speak out. Increscunt animi, virescit volnere virtus.Īnother mode of convalescence (in certain situations even more to my liking) is sounding out idols. A maxim, the origin of which I withhold from scholarly curiosity, has long been my motto: War has always been the great wisdom of all spirits who have become too introspective, too profound even in a wound there is the power to heal. Every means is proper to do this every "case" is a case of luck.
Excess strength alone is the proof of strength.Ī revaluation of all values: this question mark, so black, so huge that it casts a shadow over the man who puts it down such a destiny of a task compels one to run into the sunlight at every opportunity to shake off a heavy, all-too-heavy seriousness. Maintaining cheerfulness in the midst of a gloomy task, fraught with immeasurable responsibility, is no small feat and yet what is needed more than cheerfulness? Nothing succeeds if prankishness has no part in it. Of an Untimely Man + What I Owe to the Ancients + The Hammer Speaks
Great Errors + The "Improvers" of Mankind + What the Germans Lack + Skirmishes How the "True World" Finally Became a Fable + Morality as Anti-Nature + The Four Preface + Maxims and Arrows + The Problem of Socrates + "Reason" in Philosophy + Nietzsche : Twilight of the Idols Die Götzen-Dämmerung - Twilight of the IdolsĪnd the translations by Walter Kaufmann and R.J.
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